There were two sets of pants with shirts and a vest that fit reasonably well – especially when she bound her breasts. Autumn explained that these, t...gether with a knapsack, boots, hat, and belt had been taken as payment when the town’s bully had killed a young traveler in his cups. The bully had taken the dead man’s weapons, horse and money. The dirk, which had been in his room, was overlooked.“How much would the Widow Belle pay for the young man’s possessions?” asked Monica.“She can’t afford. Justine clenched, writhed, and squeezed fistfuls of the bedsheets into her hands as I pulled back giving her a respite from my mouth. “Fuck, no! Why’d you fucking stop? I’m so fucking close,” she yelled at me.I returned her yell with a mischievous smile then stood, pulling down my shorts and whipping off my t-shirt. Leaning over onto her back my now naked cock pushed against her ass cheek and my chest nestled against her back. She turned her head back towards me and I pulled her tenderly. She was about to continue when someone behind Jake spoke up. "Jacob, who is it?" The door swung open further and a woman appeared next to Jake. "Come on in, Molly," Jake said. She did, although her feet felt like blocks of wood. "Molly, this is Chelsea Lucas. Chelsea, this is Molly Sugden." Jake looked from one woman to the other, completely lost. He hadn't expected to even see Chelsea again, and then she'd appeared at his office around six and asked to talk. He decided to bring her to. All anonymous. For all I knew they were all horrible old farts. Three men making use of me like a common whore, and not one of them was the man I walked down the aisle with whilst still a virgin (can you believe I was unsullied on my wedding night?).Without warning I exploded into another orgasm, I felt myself gush and the liquid leak out. For the first time one of the men spoke and it was hardly original, ‘what a slut your wife is you lucky sod. Love the piercings on her tits and cunt lips’ .